Chapter 61

Anna excused herself, walking out of the room. Her mouth itched to tell Sara everything, to get this cat-and-mouse game over, but her hands were tied.

It was not something she could just tell her, it would not be good for her or anyone of them.

The delicacy of the topic could not be overemphasized. So she took the liberty of leaving, it was the easiest thing to do presently, she had made herself believe.

The kitchen was her peaceful place, the sheer joy she derived from mixing spices and creating delicious dishes was just the serenity her mind needed at the moment.

Her love for spices and earthy things was something she was born with, she had grown her first plant at age three, it was a basil and her mother had made her dry and preserve the first leaf that fell.

It was like a trophy, an award of some sort, and she had cherished it above everything, bragging to all who would listen to her little rants.

At age five, she had made her first herbal portion for her sisters' flu, which had d
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